wendy testaburger x masc?fem!reader
hi! i want to start off by saying i am not back, at least fully. i still have this app downloaded and occasionally check the notifs.. so i want to say thank you to those still interacting!
i'll probably be posting small chapters out of boredom occasionally.
thanks for reading!
contains: female reader, reader is taller, lowercase writing (im too lazy to capitalize :P), f slur (censored), not proofread, unexpected kiss(?), cut short tbh
2,600 words
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"we sure got lucky, huh?" you murmured as you rubbed your frosted hands above the freshly lit firewood.
had you known this camping trip would end with you stuck with wendy in a shack, in the middle of the woods, alone, you wouldn't have made the effort to leave your house today.
not that there was anything wrong with wendy. or being alone with her, for that matter.
catching her breath with her back still pressed against the front door, wendy nodded.
"for sure.. damn, stan's probably still out there.."
that was the problem. the problem was that she was still dating stan. and here you are, heart racing and all.
but that's obviously just adrenaline, right? you had just hardly escaped one hell of a thunderstorm with your hands full with wet sticks. so much for "finding firewood for s'mores."
now everyone's tents and personal belongings are probably all gone to shit now—including yours.
grumbling to yourself, your brows couldn't help but scrunch up in irritation. everything that could've went wrong today.. went wrong.
except for finding an abandoned shack, in which laid a stack of dry wood under a dusty fireplace. had you and wendy stayed out there for ten more minutes, it would have been the end for the both of you.
hearing boots click against the creaky floor towards you, you turn your head as an effort to acknowledge wendy's presence to makeup for the lack of response.
sorry.. you just did not give much of a shit about stan at the moment.
looking up at the somewhat lax expression on the dark-haired girl's face, your lips stayed shut as she unbuttoned her coat, your heart stupidly leaping at the action.
"thanks for lighting the fire. i had no idea you were such a survivalist." wendy carried on with small talk with a teasing tone. you exhaled softly as an attempt at a laugh, before quietly hissing from how hot your hands had gotten from the proximity of the bright flames.
"it's nothing. you should warm up."
glancing back at the fire, you rub your dry hands once more before pushing yourself up from the ground. "we'll make tracks the second the storm clears up. i think i remember the way back."
"hm, what would i have done without you,
(y/n)?" wendy grinned.
feeling your insides jump, you masked your exuberance with a nod and a claw-through your hair.
as wendy dropped her jacket on the dull couch that stood just a few feet away from the fireplace, your wet boots imprinted the wooden floor as you stepped back and started making your way over to a room on the side, hopeful to look around for any other supplies you might need.
you hoped to slip out of wendy's view as well, a result of feeling awkward from the outdoors conversation you both had just before rain started pouring. even with the amount of time passed, you felt anxious being near the girl. to your demise, the girl you were running from had other ideas, and your eyes widened at the sudden grab of your shoulder.
with understandable confusion, you turned your head and examined wendy's weirdly sunny expression.
"woah, you're not keeping your coat on now, are you?" she side grinned. furrowing your brows, you realized how tense your body was the moment you relaxed, and your head turned away as a result.
"right."
reaching for your zipper, you couldn't think of a reason why wendy's hand hadn't moved from your shoulder from the few seconds you took to unzip your coat. pressing your lips together, your arms pulled out from the thick sleeves, and you were greeted with unexpected hospitality as wendy pulled your coat by it's shoulders and assisted you in taking it off.
"there ya' go. so.. how about we look around this darn place?"
you turned to look at the girl's expression once, and upon examination, her anxiousness—which could be argued to have lingered even with her previous eager eyes—was completely gone, because after tossing your folded jacket beside hers, she intertwined her fingers together and looked up at you with anticipation.
with her eyes much brighter than usual and her body leaning forward farther than anyone that just got out of a life-threatening situation would, your jaw couldn't help but clench at the understanding of one thing.
she will not let go of the conversation from earlier.
your eyes nervously darted away, and you proceeded to walk towards the room you noticed earlier.
"seems like this place was abandoned for a while," you speculated, eyes trailing along the cabinets of the room you just walked into with certainty. it looked to be a small kitchen without modern appliances; a small room fit for an individual that wasn't looking to cook five-star meals everyday. with a simple coal stove and a honed skill for hunting, whoever lived here most likely didn't have a problem with unseasoned meat.
your previous statement only earned more proof after you took a closer look at everything, how everything looked so corroded and even broken down from years in lack of care. you had to press a fragile window shut to ensure no cold air or rain kept making its way into the wooden structure, and the creakiness of the hinges made you anxious.
reaching for a top cabinet and raising your brows at the few canned goods that remained sealed on the gray-layered wooden surface, your surprise was wiped away by wendy's body leaning against the countertop just one foot away from you.
you almost forgot she was even here.
"why won't you tell me?"
her voice held an ounce of nagging, a similar tone a child that begs for something countless times would use. trying to hold onto her leftover dignity, her face held a poor attempt at a stoic expression, yet with her imprisoned pleading eyes matching her sulky voice; you couldn't help but scoff humorously.
"because you're friends with every darn girl in this gagging town."
your voice came out exasperated and quick; quick to want to end this back-and-forth yapping. this should've been dropped once the rain started, not continued.
she scoffed as though you said the most offensive thing and crossed her arms. "just 'cause you're doll dizzy over some girl doesn't mean i'm gonna tell her!"
"uh-huh. except for your friends, maybe." your hand held a can of old soup, and you shrugged at the ink label on the bottom, your nonchalant gaze not once meeting wendy's.
wendy watched you with disbelief in her eyes, and there was a choking silence for a few seconds between you two as you searched for a can-opener in the bottom drawers.
rubbing her chin as she relaxed against the countertop once more, wendy pressed her lips together.
"..is she one of my friends?"
you couldn't help but snort at the detective demeanor wendy then held, and slammed the second drawer you searched with no can-opener.
"oh, most certainly. now let's play a game of 'guess who' and check off every physical appearance you get right."
wendy's eyes then darted up from the molding floor and lightened with excitement.
"really??"
"no."
glowering immediately, wendy groaned at your steel-like resistance and you only snickered in response. exhaling like a bull, wendy's eyes trailed from you and to the interior of the kitchen, finally taking in her surroundings more than she did initially.
"fine, then. hm.. well, i guess i'm just curious on how you realized you liked girls."
already crouched on one knee with sleeves rolled up as the coals inside the stove slowly began to light up (thanks to the lighting equipment in a cabinet), you hummed as you methodically tried to come up with a response.. without turning to look up at wendy.
"i guess.. from the moment i got to know this girl, she's been the only thing i looked forward to every school day. i never looked at boys the way i caught myself looking at her. she's like.. hm.. the sun, without it burnin' your eyes."
thank god for your back facing wendy, because your face couldn't help but flush red at the indirect confession you made towards the girl. your eyes locked onto the reddening coals, and you swallowed thickly from how hot it had gotten, and you became a little more self-conscious about how much you were sweating. it could just be from the heating of the stove..
wendy hung onto the words that lingered in the air, and with a slight enthralled expression, her eyelashes batted at the somewhat sweet sentiment from the girl she's always known to be... well... rough.
"wow.. stan never.. never talked about me like that." wendy scoffed, her voice airy.
scoffing bitterly in response, your knees popped as you stood up fully straight, now fully ready to cook the decade old canned soup.
"yeah, well that's because your boyfriend's a f**got, honey."
and just like that, a pin-drop silence followed with both girls' muscles practically not moving an inch, and a familiar awkward air came about.
wendy's lips gaped at the unexpected insult towards.. towards her boyfriend, and the complete lack of sensitivity in your voice left her speechless. her brows struggled to furrow fully as she registered the last word in your sentence, and she squinted in an accusatory manner. "ex.. excuse me?"
your expression winced once you realized the change in demeanor, but instead of backing down, your nostrils flared as your eyes intensely focused on the still can in front of you, your mental gears grinding at the sudden situation you put yourself in.
though.. you can't really say you're sorry.
"i said.. your crumb boyfriend who circle jerks his friends is a total f**got."
turning as you spat your invective, wendy's mortified expression both stabbed you in the heart and made you want to burst out laughing.
what a joke.
"what's your problem? you're mad about what, my boyfriend?" wendy scoffed.
pursing your lips downward as you shrugged and leaned against the opposite countertop to wendy, you stared her down as you then crossed your arms.
"no, just.. saying. dunno, figured a smart girl like you would figure he's not worth the work." you admonished as you examined your nails as petty action.
"right, like you'd understand." wendy rolled her eyes. "just.. focus on your stupid girlfriend. i'll handle my own, thanks." wendy gritted, her voice chalky from contemplation on what she should call your girlfriend.
cocking a brow at the dark-haired girl, you pressed your lips together at the mirrored stance from her and how her head jerked away pettily.
your cheek twitched from the urge to smirk, and with lack of thought process you snickered quietly to yourself.
wendy furrowed her brows in confusion, and her head cocked with hesitation.
"what?" her voice wavered, her tone lower than usual.
"well, you still don't know the special girl, do you?" you grinned softly. "gave me a real bellyache over it. what's wrong? not up for a game of 'guess who'?" you smirked rather competitively.
wendy's expression unexpectedly softened, and as though she couldn't stay mad longer than five seconds, she scoffed with a smirk on her lips.
"you're annoying. um.. hair color?"
"black." you answered flatly, eyes dead set on wendy's.
swallowing thickly, wendy ignored the leap of her heart and gripped the edge of the countertop.
"h.. hair length?" wendy licked her lips.
squeezing one eye shut, you took approximate measurements of wendy's hair, and hummed after the obvious stunt.
shrugging, you kept a blank face as wendy's eyes widened, and answered once more. "pretty long."
sitting in an awkward silence once more as the two of you stared at each other with both astonishment and anticipation, you rubbed your chin subconsciously. being the first to back down, you turned your back on wendy once more, just to check the cooking soup.. not because you were getting embarrassed or anything stupid like that.
still, you were dumb to forget wendy's tendency to grab people from behind, because you were then unexpectedly pulled from the back of your shirt and twirled around. about to protest against the sudden tug, you felt your face get pulled down by a pair of cold hands, and for a few seconds your eyes were unable to adjust from the amount of movement made.
finally looking ahead, your eyes widened at the closed eyes that greeted you, along with the soft lips that sat gently on top of yours. and at that moment, you—unbelievably—didn't know what to do.
wendy's lips however didn't stop at the lack of response from you, and instead kissed once more without pulling away.
what were you doing? you've waited years for this moment.
with a bit more confidence, your back straightened the best it could and your hands with embarrassing shakiness rested on wendy's hips; all before finally synchronizing your lips with hers.
you wanted to keep staring, you wanted to keep your eyes open. like, what if you were dreaming? nothing about this day felt real.
yet, you gave in to temptation to personally enjoy the moment quickly, and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands gripped the hem of wendy's sweater, pulling the shorter girl closer. wendy's arms then rested on your shoulders, and any space between you two that was there before was gone now.
with hearts racing, wendy directed you both towards the countertop, her buttocks being her hands for the adventure there. indenting her jeans the moment her ass touched the edge, wendy hoisted herself up onto the countertop with tippy-toes and the assistance of her hands on her sides.
keeping your hands on her, your thumbs traced up and down under wendy's sweater, and your lips tugged away from wendy's red ones with desperation.
"(y/n)-" she breathed.
trailing your lips down her cheek and down her jaw, your lust was quick to overwhelm you. pairing your teeth with your tongue to mooch against the pale skin of her neck, your ears reveled in the deep breathing coming from wendy's mouth.
it was almost enough to completely consume your mind, however, your body came to a jolting stop from the creaky front door that swung open.
"fuck, dude. what the actual fuck. did nobody fucking check the weather for today?"
"shit, i'm wetter than your mom's vagina, kyle. stan, this is your fault!"
"my fault!? you're the dumbass that forgot to bring the tarp, fatass!"
"fuck you!"
immediately pulling away, your widened eyes met wendy's, and your mouth gaped in shock.
pulling away quick enough to lean against the opposing countertop, your ears tuned to the boots shuffling around in the main room, your heart beating rapidly from the sudden interruption.
fucking dickwads.
"dude, someone's here." one of them pointed, their voices muffled as they all moved around to adjust to their surroundings.
the fire was still burning.
you and wendy awkwardly stood in the kitchen, both probably having a million things running through your minds.
swallowing thickly as a pair of boots finally stomped towards your room, the unexpected guest panted as droplets from his hair, jacket, pants and boots flew everywhere around him. gripping the doorframe as he finally made it to where wendy and you were, you both smiled up at stan's confused expression.
"wendy? (y/n)?" he huffed, his eyes squinting. the boy obviously ran just as much as they did to get away from the forsaken rain, and he was out there longer.
smirking somewhat victoriously, you cocked a brow at the boy.
"we're making soup. want some?"
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not proofread!! i might go back to fix some stuff, but anyway, thanks for reading!